Freedom

Freedom
She is seated on a park bench,
Her breathing: shallow and rapid
Her body: shivering with anger,
Hot droplets of sweat dripping from her brow,
Thoughts come at the speed of lightning.

Happiness now a faint memory of feelings which no longer exist,
Replaced instead with a turbulent struggling soul,
Tears streaming, war raging yet still surviving.

Her vision blurred, her objective set,
Anticipation no longer distracting her,
A momentary clam, a release,
Stillness.

Unleashed is the frustration
Unleashed is the pain
Unleashed is the anger

The warmth is calming
It is comforting and silent
She is smiling
Freedom

Best Wishes,
Maahi PM
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